Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.